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Pastor James opened his eyes after speaking in tongues for some minutes in tears and pain…He had tied a cloth around the gunshot on his shoulder. “Jesus Christ!” he screamed at some point, he finally could see me, but he saw blood on me…There was power in Speaking in tongues! I was happy Pastor James
Ifakolade’s dead body and my dying body touched Igbonla in the split of a second. The disappearing charm had brought us to where I wanted to be, in front of Pastor James’ house. True be told, some of these diabolical things are real, but of NO profit. A journey that should have taken us 2
I knew I heard the gunshot and I heard a scream, No! Two People were screaming, No! Three people were screaming, No! Four people were screaming, No Five people were screaming…, Simultaneously, I also felt a sharp pain in my stomach…. Jawegbona, the herbalist was right, the gunshot did have effect on Larry. The moment,
Ifakolade looked very happy as we journeyed to the city. We took the first bus out of Igbonla. I wanted to take my jeep, but he said my Jeep could leave tracks for the police to trace the death of Larry to me… That made sense. In the public bus we took, I had people
Ifakolade took me to his house, or what he called a house.. His place was an uncompleted one bedroom apartment with an attached toilet and bathroom.. His kitchen was an open place in the compound. What made the scenario worse, was the number of touts that were living with him. When we got to his
I sat in that position for over 7 mins analyzing what my best option was. With hands like Jelly, I picked up my phone and I found myself dialing Larry’s number. That was the only person I could think of calling. It rang just twice… ” So?” What is your conclusion…. ?”. He said with
The sky above gleamed with lightning and light showers began to cascade down to the earth. Emmanuel did not move, he remained on his knees making his request known to God. A few nurses had tears in their eyes watching him pray in the rain.Back in the theater, the female doctor who happened to be
Mrs. Asibong and Her Gate Man“What do you mean by you cannot find him?!” Mrs. Asibong shouted at Jumbo. “Madam, we have been here for over one hour and yet there has been no sign of your gate man,” said Jumbo. “You have killed him! Just tell me the truth! You have killed him!” Mrs.
“So what is the way out now?” Mrs. Asibong asked. “We need more sacrifices. The ones you offered earlier are virtually nonexistent. Maybe we should not have accepted future sacrifices from you. With those sacrifices on our altar, things would have been different by now,” explained the priest. “You accepted what I offered; I even
Mrs. Asibong was sound asleep on her bed. The time was 2:15 am. Then her phone rang. It was the priest whom she gave the lives of Janet and her unborn child. With an angry sigh she reached for her phone. “Hello priest, why call me at this odd hour? Is everything okay?” she asked.